Eleven steps

    When I become the colours of the sun that shine through Autumn and her hair I will be there in every rainbow watching rain blow with the wind.   Willing back the sand that drops so casually from the glass she holds within her hand, I stand with my arms outstretched, my head…

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Bedtime bleeding

    Of course, they’re praying for peace, but having sex on the carpet, don’t they know about the burn?   each to each and each to turn, the clock never takes any time.   We are running out of it never had enough of it, but it’s just a pile of horseshit that the…

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More perceptions

    What was the slip? the hop and skip the trip or just a blip on the radar?   How far did it go was I there do I know?   She, told me later.   I drank lemonade but it was Scheherezade who drank me in   I tried to begin again, the…

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Sunday

    Blackberries dripping with Summer dew and you with stains on your patterned shirt.   Alert to the possibility that death could be the death of me I decline to climb the tallest tree and sit down on a rock.   I remember the taste which was yesterday, things taste differently today.   My…

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October break

    While you’re thinking about the voice control someone is controlling the person that’s pulling your strings,   everything’s cloak and dagger for some and some things are cloak and dagger for everyone, I’m still wondering, who is it that pulls the strings and makes the canary sing?   It is as it is…

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I wonder about Ken

  She ties her curls in plastic swirls and goes off to the gym’ and him, sat there like a labrador, she, thinks him, just a bore and looks for something better someone more than Ken. But Ken is worldly-wise and understands her torments understands the lies, knows that when she ties her hair in…

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Blips

  Rain, thinking it signifies the end of the Summer, I root out my galoshes, my raincoat  and sou’ wester one time a Beau Geste in the hot sand, but now best to take a hold of your cool hand and go splishing and sploshing and maybe some splashing as well. Autumn is upon me…

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Unfinished

  Standing in line and just a wait to be connected something feels fine so I guess I’ve been directed  to where the grass grows green to where I’m going to be living the dream and the operator says, in a moment I’ll be with you you’ve waited long enough to get what I’m going…

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Patches over the patches

What happens when ‘the lights go out and the clocks don’t chime’ Any other time we’d bury our heads in the sand and close our eyes, but surprise surprise this isn’t any other time it’s five minutes to midnight and if we don’t get it right now, how are we going to survive?…

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Scribbles #27

    I forgot, because I’m getting old and it’s getting harder to remember when forgetting is so easy,   where was I? oh yes, those days and I’m not sure anymore which days were the days but for the life of me, I can’t remember why.   So I wander through the landscape to…

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Sugar

    It’s just a programme setting that we’re set in, the scenes can change, the outcome, never…   ..and very clever   Basic.   what if…then.. ? Gosub 50.. that’s the default   language couldn’t be neater sweeter, can’t beat a bit of binary to add the graphics…

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Horseshoe corner and beyond

    The day came in and it was like bowling nine pins, we all went down to the market town, kids on a mission to have some fun.   Fred, the fruit and veg man who had just opened up his stall gave us all a Granny Smith’s, green and sweet and the fish…

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Divisions

    That cop on the beat dim down a dark street,   he’s too much a toratti, although sometimes he’ll pull on you a Marquez, smile and say, hey bud are you okay?   if you gotta meet the cop on the beat he’s the best you can hope for…

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Psalms on account

    Sunday for the churchgoer the sower of the seed I’m at home relaxing with everything I need.   In the flock, there’s always that one who tends to dawdle and to stray, leading poor old shep the sheepdog when it hides, to seek away.   And from the pew religion too, from the…

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Police.

    ‘Stop and search’   wonder if they’ll stop and help me to search for my lost youth?…

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Comments section

We can pick peonies until the cows come home. nothing can grow unless you first let it go, but there’s some have to hold on I think they’ve got gold on their minds. The forty-niners, now they were miners and some were minors who looked into mirrors and saw themselves growing old. The flowers look…

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Standoff

  I read to try and gain, nothing, nada, undefeated I read and read again, nothing, nada, this could go on forever, there’s a shed load of books and I have only two eyes to look within them and I ask you, is that fair? oh! you read and that leads me to the question,…

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Reference points

  After the shock wore off work wasn’t that bad, but still glad that it’s over for the day. It really didn’t feel like I’d been away and now that’s got me to wondering,. have i ? And I wonder why it has to be that when I get to wondering it always gets to…

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Dandelion tea

    Do you remember when you promised,   Dear God I’ll be very good if you make it the weekend now, and nothing happened, it was still Thursday?   well it never happened then and it doesn’t happen now…

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One in the magazine

    It’s when you’ve grown up on the romance of Al Capone and Sundance.   Tommy guns and the sixgun terrorism homespun,   the penny dreadful, oh how awful, we never thought them real…

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